Most of the time you blank out the meaning of small things. This piece of paper fell into my hands whilst reading the actual written diary of a man who survived a war in the jungle. The paper is too small to be anything but paper, something that will disappear over time. I like the idea of the paper falling into my hands, to escape the confines of the museum archive. To become a continuing adventure for a very small part of history.
or things, which This piece of paper represents a mans life trapped in the jungle